Introduction

Hello! My name is Marianne K. Bell, Mari for short. The first thing you should know about me is that I don't belong here.

And by here I mean Davy Jones Locker.

I know, I know, you're probably thinking the same thing I was when I woke up here: Davy Jones' Locker isn't real, it's just an idiom for the bottom of the sea. And I probably would have agreed with you up until five days ago when I woke up on the largest ship I've ever seen.

Booming laugher and the sound of breaking glass tumbled below deck to where I woke up on a make-shift hammock. I climbed the stairs to see what all the noise was about and froze. I was definitley not on the Silvertide Cruise ship anymore. Men and women dressed in clothes from the 1600s and 1700s filled the deck dancing, drinking, gambling. Blood-red sails caught the wind overhead. One flag rose above them all: a white skull and crossbones on a black background. Pirates. I raced through the crowd, trying to find a rowboat so I could escape, but the deck seemed to go on for miles and miles. There were no rowboats.

I had never felt so out of place in my khaki shorts and Silvertide Cruises shirt. Which brings us back to why I don’t belong in Davy Jones Locker: I’m not, nor have I ever been, a pirate.

I work, well, I guess now it’s worked on a cruise ship until I had an unfortunate accident rinsing off the deck. We were sailing through the Devil's Triangle on our way to the Caribbean. The last thing I remember is leaning over to pick up glasses someone had left on the deck when I slipped and fell over the side.

After I couldn't find a rowboat off this ship I joined a group of pirates in a game of pirate's dice and learned that I was in Davy Jones's Locker.

I spent the first couple days here trying to find Davy Jones so I could explain all this to him. But I’m starting to think this Davy guy doesn’t exist. Everyone I spoke to had a different story about Jones; some said he was a saint, while others said he was the devil. The only thing they seemed to agree on was that they had never actually seen him.

Oh, well. I guess there are worse ways to spend your afterlife than sailing around on a pirate ship. My mom always told me to make the best of every situation, and thanks to being bullied in high school I know just how to do that! I will find the biggest, baddest pirate in Davy Jones Locker and become their friend. Then no one will mess with me.

Luckily, in my search for Davy Jones I overheard a couple names that could lead to a promising ally. The first name on my list is Calico Jack, and I know just where to find him.

Author's Note: I wanted to revisit the stories of the greatest pirates of all time and to do this I needed a supernatural setting because they were not all alive at the same time. Most of this introduction is pure fiction that I made up, but the part about Davy Jones comes from two of the many different stories of Davy Jones.

Bibliography:

The Story Behind the Phrase "Davy Jones Locker" by Shamseer Mambra Web Link